I used to work with these Hispanic guys who would always just put an 'O' or an 'A' on the end of everything.
I know it's not Spanish, definitely not English...and I'm guessing by the way they would always say things, it's not Spanglish either. Yet I still do it...and it cracks me up.
Right now I'm eating El Luncho...then later I will get in my Trucka and drive to my Casa.
me? Mui Intelligente...o....
A couple of craptastic thoughts I've been thinking about while dining on my el Luncho...
You people do realize that when you pull into a parking spot there is a right direction and a wrong direction? Don't give me that stuff about being a female and not being able to park. That doesn't fly with me. I can parallel park a 1950 Ford Coupe like Danica Patrick drives F1's...yet I can't pull my stupid not so mini-van into a regular parking space to the left. I will drive around a parking lot until the perfect space appears...I don't fear for my car...it's the other cars I feel fear for. So I save myself the stress and always park to the right. It's like my big penis...it has to go the right.
Yesterday when I went to the grocery I slowly drove the correct direction down the parking row...with the spaces pointing TOWARDS me. Find one...start to pull in and this ding a ling in a huge ass Lexus is PULLING THRU!!!! look...you don't pull through. It puts you aiming the wrong direction upon discharge. Needless to say I about nailed her. She gave ME the stupid woman look, hands in the air, confused, and telling me to back up!. Criminy lady. You don't Pull THRU!... I backed up(that's the kinda girl I am) and had to circle around again. It made me think. People just don't take the time to learn the proper etiquette and road rules to driving. To me it's like backing in. It's fine if your car fits the spot, but if you back in, and the car is close to the line...you throw the entire parking area off by 6 inches. So just don't do it...unless you are 75+ and don't give a rat's ass about parking spaces...(which is partial reason Handicap spaces are sooo wide).
My lifeo...mucho boringo...
these are the things I think about.
My el Luncho is calling me
